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I gotta super friend, her name is Meredith. We helped each other through our senior year of high school when each of our BFFs left to go to public school. We dressed alike and sang TLC with the windows down at the top our lungs. She's good stuff. We don't hang out enough. She's almost into her third year of marriage, she hangs out with the married crowd and does dinner parties and schmancy stuff. I'm single and I hang out at uh, the bar with what's left of the single scene in this town. Anyhow, I got this random text from her yesterday, saying that they were having a shrip boil and that I should come over. Now Meredith's husband is from Mississippi (which Mer confused with Alabama for years) and when he has a shrimp boil, it's necessary to drop everything and run to their house. He does it right. We played catchphrase for an hour. Boys against girls, and I think it's hilarious how boys and girls communicate differently. A step further, It's interesting how friends who have known each other for years communicate. I know that when Meredith trys to stand like the famous Atlas statue (you know the one where he's got the world on his back) that she has got him confused with Achilles. Anyhow, point of the point is that in order to be an effective communicator you gotta know how to break it down to your audience. Help them to help you get your message through. I hope I do a pretty good job of that as a friend, as a daughter, a girlfriend, an employee, etc. That's all I got for now. I'm headed to a wedding. Yay.